Tangled in a web of lies ever since her birth, Alta feels powerless. Until she meets him. Her soulmate.
[Mattheo Riddle belongs to @yasmineamaro, Lorenzo Berkshire to @babynoami and every other characters belong to JK Rowling.
I do, however, own Al...
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Alta's point of view
¤ Sunday, October 1st ¤
I started the shower and took off Mattheo's shirt and boxers from my tiny frame. Then I slid under the warm water and sighed at the feeling of it on my skin. I wet my short blonde hair when I heard the bathroom door's opening followed by footsteps. I turned to face the curtain just as Mattheo pulled it to the side and slid into the shower with me, a smug grin on his face.
"Mind if I join ?"
I chuckled and shook my head, grabbing the shampoo. His hands went on my hips and he pressed himself against me, allowing the showerhead to spray his toned body with the warm water. I shivered as he let his hands feel my curves, going up towards my neck. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief second as I felt his fingers replace mine and wash my hair.
It felt nice. Being taken care of. When I opened my eyes, I observed him as he finished washing my hair then applying the conditioner. His features were relaxed as he focused on soaping up my body and his chocolate brown eyes were so warm it made my stomach fill with butterflies.
Some of his curls had fallen on his forehead and I refrained myself from pushing it away. He looked too beautiful with his messy hair. A soft smile curled his lips as his gaze met mine and he raised a brow. I felt myself blushing and I broke our short eye contact to take the soap from his hands. I washed his muscular body with the same tenderness and care he had done mine. He hummed, his head fell back as he closed his eyes and his muscles relaxed under my touch.
I loved seeing him like this. In this moment of intimacy, I forgot all about our feuds and the fact he had slept with other girls. He was mine, my soulmate.
His words from when he came back from his suspension rang into my mind, making my heart beat faster.
All I want is to make things work between us and forget about all that shit.
I can't fucking bear being away from you anymore.
He had made it clear he regretted acting like a dick. He had apologized and he wanted to make things work between us. Sure, my heart still aches everytime the memory of his cock deep inside that bitch's pussy comes back in my mind, but I had kissed Arturo in front of him to piss him off too. I had fed Harry's lies to protect my friends and hurt my other half in the process. We had both hurt the other. The realization that I hadn't apologized for hurting him struck me and I froze, my fingers stopping their motions into his curls.
"Hey, are you alright, sweetheart ?"
I blinked and met his worried gaze. His large hands cupped my face tenderly and I immediately melted into his touch, nodding.
"I'm sorry."
His brows furrowed in confusion and he opened his lips to say something, but I cut him off.
